Little black numbersPushed over steelIs what you hearTo make you feel freeLittle black numbersPushed over woodIs all that you could live for

You are to meDeeper than soulsPushed in the groundTime is a clockThat pushed us togetherMakes us feel oldMakes us feel oldSound pushing downSound pushed us down

If heaven and hellWere both in the same placeWould fences appearIf all the wasps were devilsAnd bees were the angelsWe'd bat them aboutWe'd bat them aboutBut bees and waspsAre just fat men and thin girlsThey're just fat men and thin girlsThey're just fat men and thin girlsFat men and thin girlsFat men and thin girlsFat men and thin girls ...